Last week, after sitting in a plane for seven hours (storm,
divert to refuel, etc.), our Arizona family finally arrived. Our fifteen-month-old
granddaughter must have been so tired of being cooped up and unable to move
(much), she took her first steps alone. With each step, her confidence grew. We
all clapped and said things like “good job” or “you’re doing great, keep going.”
She grinned and landed on her well-padded bum. She scrambled up, holding onto
the chair, looked around to see if we were watching, then walked alone again—looking
like Steve Martin in Dirty, Rotten
Scoundrels as he faked walking on his "newly-healed" legs.
Baby Girl's parents were so excited.
So were her grandparents. She walked alone for the first time at our house! Other than pictures and videos or FaceTime, we
hadn’t seen her since January. Imagine our thrill that we got to watch a major
milestone. In person.
I’m sure most of you know how walking alone progresses.
First, it’s standing while holding onto something or someone. Then it’s holding
onto the couch and stepping sideways. Ta-da. Moving slowly at first. Plopping
down when shaky. Getting back up, crawling forward (because that’s easy).
Pulling herself up with the aid of the couch or chair. Trying again.
But that last step is the hardest—letting go. One step,
another, wobbly legs, arms out, balance, rush to a safe spot. Grabbing hold.
Ahhh. Did it.
It’s the same for anything we try. Baby steps first. We go
from one safety net to the next. Holding onto the known. Until, at last, we can
let go and plunge ahead.
A writer’s journey goes that way, too. We write, keeping everything
to ourselves. We tentatively talk to another writer about the story. Then we
let a trusted friend read a chapter. We get some positive feedback and our
confidence grows until we can trust that friend or another to read the whole story.
Along the way, it isn’t all positive feedback. The negatives cause us to
falter. We fall. We get up and try again.
With each positive response—an atta girl, a smile, a kind word—our confidence grows. We know we
have to let go. Sending our “baby” out into the world is daunting. Is she ready?
Can she stand alone? Will the editor like it? Will readers buy it? What if it
gets a bad review?
We have to have confidence to keep on going. Remember that
toddler taking her first steps. We will fall down. But it’s the getting back up
and trying again that makes us a success.
How exciting that you got to see your granddaughter take her first steps! And you're so right, our journey as writers is very similar. Try, fall down, try again, wobble, fall down, try again...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Bish.
DeleteNice comparison. What wonderful timing on your granddaughter's first steps! I remember the excitement of our daughters' first steps. Then comes that "oh boy" realization that they will soon be off and running and you have to keep up.
ReplyDeleteYou're right, Tamara. She's off, but not quite running yet.:)
DeleteThat's an awesome milestone to get to see. =) And a good analogy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patricia. She is walking all over the place now. From a first step to really moving out.
DeleteSo true, Diane. And So glad you were able to experience those first steps!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alyssa. What a privilege to watch her progression, esp. since we live so far apart. We saw her crawl for the 1st time, too.
DeleteSuch a poignant post, Diane. I needed to read that today. I often say 'tiny steps' or 'one step at a time' to myself as I continue on my writing journey. How wonderful to see your granddaughter, fearless in her steps. What a beautiful sight that must have been. Have a lovely week.
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